Page 100 of Worst in Show

“Come here.” He pulls me closer, and despite my snarky inner narrator, I let him. A moment passes, then another, and eventually, his warm breath trickling down the top of my head eases the tension in my shoulders. “Whatever it is, I’m sorry,” he mumbles into my hair. “If there’s anything I can do— Make you dinner? Foot massage? Cookie Monster impression?”

A smile fights its way to the surface, and I grab on to him tighter. The voice is silent again.

“Thank you,” I say, looking up at him. “I’m having a bit of a day.” The words are on the tip of my tongue—rent, everything else—but when I look into his eyes, there are other things I’d rather say. Other things I want to do. The best distraction.

I press my mouth to his in a soft kiss, ending with a pull on his lower lip. The move elicits a gruff noise in his chest and a tighter hold on my backside. He leans his forehead against mine and lets his fingertips run the length of my jaw to the nape of my neck.

“You know what that does to me,” he says, the words caressing my skin.

“I do.” I press my hips to his.

He glances over his shoulder out the door. “There might be customers,” he whispers.

“Can’t Jaz handle them?” I run one of my hands down his arm and encircle his taut glute. “We can be quick.”

He spins me around so he can reach the door and pushes it shut. Another half spin and I find myself pressed up against it. “Like this? Here?”

I nod eagerly. Then I grasp his shirt and bring him to me for another kiss.

He pushes closer so that I can feel just how excited this makes him. His lips are greedy now. He’s not as in control as he wants me to think, and that turns me on even more. Gone are any thoughts of misplaced orders or difficult parents—his touch erases all that, leaving desire as the sole focus of both my body and my mind.

Leo’s hands go to the buttons of my top, but give up before long, instead pushing under the fabric, lifting it.

“You’re wearing too many layers,” he mumbles, lowering himself so he can get his lips on my belly. His tongue leaves wet trails across my skin, and I shiver when his thumb skims the lace of my bra. Somewhere in the distance, the bell to the front door jingles, and the urgency of what we’re doing ratchets the heat up another notch.

“Leo,” I breathe.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He grasps a handful of my skirt and hoists it up my legs. The pad of one of his thumbs brushes the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh. The other is edging closer to the hem of my panties. My knees quiver, and I reach out and grab hold of the shelf next to me for support just as his head disappears underneath the fabric. A moment later, he’s pulled the flimsy lace down my legs. I lean my head back against the door in anticipation.

He steadies my hips with both hands and places a soft kiss at the top of my thigh before finally tasting me. A low moan escapes my throat, and my hand grips the shelf tighter. The pulsing low in my stomach grows with each lush lick, and it’s only the awkward angle that allows me enough self-control not to come instantly. My hips want to move but can’t, and I need more to get to where I want.

“Come on,” I plead, my free hand pawing at my skirt to unearth him. “I need you.”

With one last peck, he straightens and presses his mouth against my neck instead while his hands make quick work of his belt buckle and fly.

He hesitates, hungry eyes searching mine. “Damn, I don’t have a condom here.”

I shake my head rapidly. “No, we’re good. I’ve been on the pill forever. Just…”

I reach for him, and the indecision becomes resolution in a flash. He shoves his pants down, his cock springing free against my leg.

There’s a rush of movement where he lifts me, I wrap my legs around him, and we both shove at my clothes to get the skirt out of the way, but then, finally, he’s perched where I most want him.

“Don’t stop,” I grunt, digging my fingers into his shoulders, and he doesn’t.

With one smooth stroke, he buries himself inside me, and for a split second, we both tense on a gasp.

Then he sets a rhythm, and, oh my Lord, I will never bash quickies again. The threat of discovery only serves to heighten the sensation, making my body hyperaware of every firing nerve ending.

“You feel so good,” Leo says with a quiet moan in my ear. He moves as if I weigh nothing, doing all the work. I’m just along for the ride.

“Think you’ll be able to stay quiet when you come?” I tease, my breath punctuated by his thrusts.

His low chuckle sends delicious vibrations through my core. “I’m more worried about you.” He gives me a devilish smile and picks up the pace.

With lush strokes of his tongue against mine, he matches the rising thrum at my center, chasing my arousal ever higher. It’s not long before he pushes me over the edge, triggering a shock wave of pleasure as I orgasm around him. I bury my face against his shoulder where any noise I make will be muted and hold on tight until he follows me, his climax making him shudder and gasp. Together we ride out the aftershocks, slumped against the door. His breath is jagged, his neck slick with perspiration, but his grip on me never falters.

Slowly, my surroundings come back into focus.

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